The buttercups do look cheerful on a sunny morning, interspersed with the daisies, waving to me as I stand at the kitchen window waiting for the tea to brew. A much more welcome sight than the demon dandelions they have usurped.
But, and here’s the but, should I continue to enjoy them, or get on with the mowing?
The rules of good housekeeping and gardening say fire up the Gordon Smith*. Those buttercups, winking nicely though they are, are weeds. Do not be deceived. Do not lose your ruthlessness when dealing with lawnic pollution.
There is a touch of the God of the Old Testament here, expecting his standards to be adhered to, his rules carried out. Purity is important, as God’s nature is holiness. Sin (or buttercups) cannot be tolerated.
God put his holiness and standards into practice, though, in deploying his Son into Creation, and going the whole way on the cross. No compromise. Attitude set like flint. Price paid in full.
But oh, what grace flows from the sacrifice. We are born with a new heart, from which no dandelions, buttercups or daisies can grow; and the mud that clings to us, in which they try to take root, is able to be washed away, to reveal the work of God in our lives more clearly.
3 – 2 – 1 MOW!
(* The Gordon Smith is the lawn mower, named after the Reader Emeritus at St Mary Balderstone. The church gave us a gift as we left, with which we bought the machine. Gordon was an ever-present in church life, an old school retired primary head teacher, who mowed the lawns ruthlessly.)